Cosette, let your fine weather be the smile of your husband; Marius, let your rain be your wife''s tears.
And let it never rain in your household. You have filched the winning number in the lottery; you have gained the great prize, guard it well, keep it under lock and key, do not squander it, adore each other and snap your fingers at all the rest.
Believe what I say to you.
It is good sense. And good sense cannot lie.
Be a religion to each other. Each man has his own fashion of adoring God.
Saperlotte! the best way to adore God is to love one''s wife.
I love thee! that''s my catechism.
He who loves is orthodox.
The oath of Henri IV. places sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! I don''t belong to the religion of that oath. Woman is forgotten in it.
This astonishes me on the part of Henri IV.
My friends, long live women!
I am old, they say; it''s astonishing how much I feel in the mood to be young.
I should like to go and listen to the bagpipes in the woods.※思※兔※網※
Children who contrive to be beautiful and contented,--that intoxicates me. I would like greatly to get married, if any one would have me. It is impossible to imagine that God could have made us for anything but this: